Mr. Twinkletoe lived in a hollowed-out squash
Which grew in the garden of Farmer McClosh.
Twink had hollowed it out without anyone knowing --
(Not even the squash! It kept right on growing!)
So now his apartment, big, yellow, and round,
Suited its owner clear down to the ground.
One day he was sitting, as snug as can be
With the Pixie Gazette opened wide on his knee,
When his dignity suffered a bit of a shock
As all of a sudden, things started to rock!
"Dear me!" he remarked as his chair turned a flop,
And his dishes and bric-a-brac fell with a plop.
"We're having an earthquake!" he thoughtfully said,
Removing a plate which had perched on his head.
But that wasn't it! It was Farmer McClosh
Who had simply decided to harvest his squash!
This done, he presented the squash to his spouse
Who, never suspecting the squash was a house,
Scrubbed it and dried it, then ending the "quake,"
Opened the oven, and set it to bake!
Having straightened his quarters, our neat little elf
Re-opened his paper and seated himself.
But he hadn't read long 'til, a trifle distressed,
He peeled off his jacket and tiny checked vest.
As the oven grew hotter, he murmured, "Dear, dear!
The weather is warm for this time of year!"
Uneasy, he opened the door to his squash,
And there, flabbergasted, stood Mrs. McClosh!
She gasped when she saw him, and crying "My land!"
She perched Twinkletoe on the palm of her hand.
Then trying to cool him, she blew on him gently --
But this was a grievous mistake evidently!
In the gust of her breath Twink spun like a top,
Going head over heels 'til he landed kerplop
In a tub full of water all creamy with suds.
Poor Twinkletoe sank amid stockings and duds!
Hearing a gurgle (a feeble "glub-glub!")
Mrs. McClosh fished him out of the tub;
And while he blew bubbles with each sudsy cough,
She ever so tenderly toweled him off.
Then she opened the window and let him go free!
Oh my! How relieved and delighted was he!
He stays, to this day, close to Mrs. McClosh,
But not anymore in a hollowed-out squash!
He lives in a birdhouse, the bright little soul,
With a sign "TWINKLETOE" at the top of the pole!
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